Time capsule in gangrene
foot. It was madness of the legs...
Was worried about the assault
from inside...
I take you in my arms. O moon.
Crazed. You have become a muse...
What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding...
Like a bikini top
two hills were rising...
You could feel it.
The fear in that pristine howl...
Anatomy of fear,
is revealed before me...
A study of soul continues;
hold back the animal...
Decoding the self-portrait
in false exposure from me...
An all pin pricks again
draws blood from empty hands...
Walking out of the body
I was drowned...
It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex...